Glass Harp

You float in an early sun
Your morning gown
I’m awake while you’re asleep
Thunder sounds
Your dream called hope, behind my eyes
Shadows blur
Your mirrored mouth, your graceful ends
Your eyes are white
I have got far, it’s
You’re still in my arms, it’s not your fault
The heart is over harp
See it quit hard
It’s not your fault
It’s not your fault
White space into a drift
I flyful sin, in call
Eyes speak to your ball
And I alone
And you’re in my, chrisfull hints
You start to talk
It’s not your fault
It’s not your fault
You’re still in my arms, it’s not your fault
The heart is over harp
See it quit hard
It’s not your fault
It’s not your fault
It’s not your fault, oh